about it and he introduced me to a booking agent. The agent asked me for an "audition" and when it was over, I signed a contract with him. At his suggestion, I took a modeling course to improve my feminine actions and movements - and spent three weeks with a voice teacher be- fore he would even start to get me an engagement. He, too, became a good friend and helped me in my career.

Neil, though, knew that somewhere on this earth there was a woman who would understand and love me, so he was always introducing me to new girls; but none of them were the 'right' ones. One would be amazed how many women don't understand why a man would want to dress and act like a woman. Seventeen hours of explaining the desires and feelings one feels when wearing feminine clothes wouldn't help because they don't want to understand. Most of them seem to get tremendous satis- faction from ridiculing and belittling one of us; and they feel better for having told us their opinion of us. But enough sourgrapes.

When I arrived at Neil's that Sunday evening, the party was just start- ing. I accepted a drink from Neil and said "hello" to several people I knew. It seems he always had a certain number of old friends at his parties - and a few new ones were always present to round out a compat- ible group. I was on my second drink when Neil took me over to show me his two new paintings. I studied them for a few minutes and congratulated him on his taste in art. He thanked me, then turned to a very attractive brunette who was also studying his paintings.

“Judy,” he said, “I'd like you to meet a very good friend of mine Jim Scott. Jim, this is Judy Walker."

"Hello, Jim, it's nice to meet you," she replied with a dazzling smile.

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“Thank you, Judy, I'm very happy to meet you too," I replied. We looked at each other for a moment. Her eyes were such a deep blue that they were almost black. Her nose was small and straight. When she smiled, the whole room seemed to light up. Her shoulder length black hair was combed in a simple, but attractive style. She was beautiful.

"You're new in Neil's group," I finally managed to get my voice back, "I know, because I miss very few of his parties."

"Yes," she smiled as she answered. "I've just recently met him - through my accountants."

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